I used to walk almost everywhere-usually out of necessity to save money, except walking to Whalley, at Easter time, with a bottle of water and some jam butties. Called in Bluebell Wood on the way back and brought a big bunch of bluebells back for mum, which she put in a jam jar on the window ledge.. Did all of that really happen, I sometimes ponder, but it did. I'm none the worse for it. Later, when older loved walking over the coppice with mum's dog-for pleasure.:
